It may seem antithetical to pair something generally expensive and highbrow like lobster with a Southern classic like chicken-fried steak or chicken.
But there it was, plate after plate of chicken-fried lobster with home fries and collard greens sailing past me on the upturned palms of servers to tables throughout Max's Wine Dive during brunch. When my waiter arrived and asked what I'd be eating, I just pointed.
"That," I said, gesturing to the shiny red tail beneath a mound of fried pinkish meat on the table next to me. "I want that."
"Good choice," he replied. "That's what all the rappers are getting."
Come again now? I followed his eyes down the length of the restaurant, and sure enough, there was Slim Thug at a table and Bun B at the counter.
"Oh yeah," my waiter said when he saw the surprise on my face. "They brunch here all the time. And they got the lobster, too."
